They say it's time for me to, "Open up" to the world. For me to show them who I really am, but I don't want to. I'm a flower never bloomed. "Have some facial expression," they say. Why should I? I'm fine the way I am. A flower never bloomed. I never ingest people tell me. I just throw it out. Like a flower that doesn't want water. A flower never bloomed. I'm separated from all the others because I never speak. I'm like a flower on one half of the meadow all by myself. While the other ones are on the other half. A flower never bloomed. And a flower never bloomed I shall be.
A Flower Never Bloomed
December 11, 2011